The kiss was long, passionate, and enjoyable.
Once it was over, he raised a finger, as he took stock of
what had just happened, as well as a few deep breaths.
“We shouldn’t have done that.” he managed, eventually.
“Why? You’re single, and my husband is-“
“Your husband, and I’m not single, I’m broken.”
“You’re not broken to me, and I’m a good judge of character.
So kiss me.”
He stared at her, every fibre of his being telling him to
grab her.
He was in a taxi five minutes later, unconvincingly telling
himself he had made the right decision.
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